The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The rain fell like a verdict. It drummed against the iron roof of the watchtower. It hissed on the wet cobblestones below. The air tasted of ozone and old blood. "Are you there, Captain?" The voice was thin. It vibrated in the hollow of the stone. Malcolm did not answer. He sat in the dark. His back was to the door. The cold seeped into his bones. It was a familiar cold. The kind that lived in...

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